guys i hate to be the bearer of bad news but it's easy to tell when something is AI written.
not calling anyone out personally as that's disrespectful, but it's so important to realise how damaging AI-stories are to others and yourself!
i totally understand if you need AI just to get some ideas on what to write, like getting some inspirational prompts or a basic plot-line for a story you've thought about writing but don't know where to start. i totally get that as writing can be suuuper complicated, especially when your brain just doesn't want to...brain. and sometimes, AI can be handy in these cases.
but to copy and paste a whole story from AI and post it here as if you'd written it? oh baby nooooo.
you have no idea how much better you are than AI! stories are meant to be raw and messy and challenging because that's what it means to be human, and it's evidenced in the way we write!
as humans, we were not created to write perfect, zero-mistakes, inauthentic pieces of storytelling because that's robotic; that's what AI is.
while AI excels in it's pacing and grammar and, all in all, the story, it misses one major thing: emotion.
emotion is so evidenced when we write because that's what human writing is based on! whether it be something angsty or fluffy or smut because we were feeling a bit shitty, or happy, or - god forbid - horny. when we write, it's our emotions that make the best of our stories!
which is why AI is so easy to capture, because there's no love put into it, and it's too perfect. i would rather someone's writing be a little messy than AI-written, because it means the author has given it a go and tried their best- that's what art and creation is all about!
and trust, you will feel so much better knowing you were able to complete a story written all by yourself, like how cool is that?!
please don't let AI make stories for you, i would so rather you do it than a stupid robot.
mwah xx
(i've only tagged media that i read and am apart of so if you want to help spread more awareness, please do reblog and tag other fandoms! xoxo)
ugh i totally agree!! and its so disheartening to see because instead of seeing a writer grow and learn from their mistakes we instead get stories that take up space which are not written from a place of love or passion
🕷tags : fluff, comfort, makeout, non sexual intimacy, showering together, pre established relationship
🕷summary : he comes home after a mission away from you that took longer than expected and seeks your comfort, which you are more than happy to give
It was far from unusual that you spent another afternoon in solitude cooking a meal that only you would eat, nonetheless it didn't provide comfort to the worry lingering in the back of your mind. It had been around 2 weeks since you've seen Bucky, a simple infiltration mission he said, it'd only take a couple days he said, it's a low risk operation he said yet here you were alone and hunched over the stove absentmindedly stirring the pot.
You knew he was probably alright, after all he is a highly trained super soldier who wouldn't go down easily without fight and had saved the world on numerous occasions. Communication had been lost between you and him 4 days ago that felt like light years away, it was like your own personal hell. The house felt empty without him, lacking the warmth that you yearned to bask in in those restless nights without his updates. Horrifying thoughts about possible scenarios he might have caught himself up in danced around your head as you moved robotically around the kitchen, there was nothing though that you could do except wait until his return.
You sat down at the dining table pecking away at the food in front of you, the chair felt like a stone slab underneath you and the program playing on the television sounded like white noise to you. Turning your head to face the window you saw clearly the trees that surrounded your house, swaying softly in the wind as the sun slowly set behind them. A little black bird landed on a branch, staying still as its feathers ruffled and seemingly stared back at you. A soft smile tugged at your lips at the thought of it staring at its reflection in the window as if it were checking itself out in a mirror.
"Started without me?" a quiet voice teased as it broke your concentration, you had no time to think before your body involuntarily jolted from the rough and shaky hands wrapping themselves around your shoulders and pulling you close into an embrace. It scared you momentarily as you hadn't heard the door open nor his footsteps but that is what you've learned to accept when dating a highly skilled assassin. The smell of sweat and musk hit your nose as you felt a warm toned body press itself onto your back and the arms around your shoulders tightened, a shaky exhale escaped your lips as you turned to look at your assailant.
Your gaze met his, his pupils so dilated there was only a small blue ring encapsulating them. The bags under his eyes were noticeable, the stress tugging at his face causing small and delicate creases to indent his skin which contrasted the scratches that littered it as if he got into a fight with a cat. You had little time to memorize his face as he slumped onto you and dropped his head onto your shoulder, his dark hair tickling your neck and jaw.
"Bucky?" you choked out as you quickly pushed up against him as you stood up, his heavy frame offering some resistance to this action. The contact was broken momentarily which elicited a soft whine from him, he quickly closed the distance - unceremoniously crashing his lips against yours. He has missed your lips slightly which caused quiet snickers to erupt both of you as he glided his cracked lips against yours. He tilted his head and pushed into you harshly when you opened your mouth slightly to give him better access to you, ravenously exploring your mouth as if it had never been ventured on before. He tasted slightly metallic against your tounge which was weakly fighting back a losing battle against his passionate assault. Bucky's metal arm snaked around your torso and rested his hand on the back of you head and his fingers latched onto your hair as if it were his lifeline, the other arm wrapping itself around you waist and pulling your bodies flush together. In contrast your hands cradled his jaw and rubbed small circles on his cheekbone with your thumb, allowing him to take the lead.
This moment seemed to have lasted forever as it finally took a few minutes to come back to the surface for air, the room seemed to be on fire from the heat emitted between you two. A few inches separated your now swollen lips, his breath smelling vaguely like a strawberry mint whilst he panted for air.
"I missed you so much doll." he hummed quietly against your lips, trying to initiate things further as he peppered more kisses on you. You beamed him a smile as you tilted your head away, increasing the distance between your faces which caused him to reflect back a puzzled look with a slight frown.
"I missed you too baby, what on earth took you so long?" you questioned, the worry hadn't dissipated from your mind as the more you studied his face the evidence of pain inflicted became apparent in the form of bloomed bruises littering his face alongside angry red scratches that clearly became irritated as a result of the intimacy you both indulged in. A low groan replied as he scrunched his face in frustration at the thought of the situation that kept him from you.
"It ended up... we had complications that we..." he trailed off, slowly losing himself in thought. Patience was the key factor the relationship between you two had been as successful as it has been, you didn't pressure him to explain as truth be told all that mattered was that he was back in your arms. Bucky usually came back from missions close to exhausted, not physically but more mentally thanks to the serum running through his veins. Going on missions was all that he knew for the last couple decades which you could only imagine the impact that such a thing would have on someone.
"How about we get you clean? I bet you haven't showered in a while you sick freak." you teased as your hands slid down his toned arms and pried his hands off your body. He rolled his eyes at the faux insult though he became painfully aware of his current physical state.
"Only if you join me" he shot back with a fatigued tone, intertwining his hand with yours as you began to lead him to the shared bathroom. He had no concept of personal space as he was almost so close to you he was basically draped on top of you, not that you minded though you could hear him hitting the corners of furniture behind you which would make a normal person wince.
The bathroom was relatively spacious though standard, Bucky didn't have many facial nor body products so your products ended up taking up a lot of the space. When you two had first moved in together you remember the heart attack he almost induced when he revealed he used a 3 in 1 shampoo that also worked as a face wash, needless to say you heavily improved the quality of his self care. A comfortable silence rested between you two. Bucky let go of you hand begrudgingly as he began to undo his tactical gear meanwhile you leaned over to the shower and turned it on, allowing for the water to heat up whilst you two stripped.
"Come here," you motioned him to close the gap which he happily complied to, he had taken off his slim bullet proof vest and his boots already which made you job easier "can i take these off?" you questioned as you softly poked at his top.
"Jesus aren't you forward." he mused as he gazed at your face, squinting slightly "not a lot of guys like that."
You scoffed at the comment and began to pry the shirt off of him which was basically muscle memory by now, it clung onto him slightly due to a thin layer of sweat on him. The shirt was quickly discarded to a corner of the bathroom haphazardly. His torso looked like a warzone, it seemed like there were more blotches of purple and green rather than untainted skin. Absentmindedly you began to trace healed scars that were inflicted upon him whilst he was the Winter Soldier, carefully feathering over the bruises. He noted the concern and sadness contorting your face and raised his hand to caress your cheek, shame washing over him when your glassy eyes looked right back at him. Your eyes then flickered to the huge and jagged scar that rested on the skin where the junction of metal and flesh met, it kind of looked like lightning you noted mentally. He hummed when your lips places small kisses along that scar, you never once judged him for what he underwent despite his constant struggle with accepting who he had been. Your fingers fiddled with his belt, successfully unbuckling it after what you deemed to be an embarrassing amount of time. Prying off his jeans his legs seemed to be in a much better condition than his torso, rather having very small bruises peppered along it.
"You too doll, i did say you were going to join me." he blushed, snapping you out of your thoughts. You felt a warmth rise to your cheeks whilst you separated from him and began to discarded your clothes swiftly. He took in your figure as each layer was stripped off like an artist studying his muse, yet there was not an ounce of lust clouding his eyes - just pure love. Quite frankly he could probably paint you off by heart due to the amount of time he spent studying every curve and crevice of your body. Once you stripped the cold air rushing in from the window was noticeable and uncomfortable, you reached into the shower and sighed as the warm water hit your hand. You hopped in lightly, quickly followed by Bucky that had stripped down to nothing as well. He moaned as the water hit is back, it felt heavenly to his overworked muscles and to finally get the grime off of him.
You got to work quickly, maneuvering him around the shower that was a little too small for the both of you and used his brand new scented shampoo on his hair. He tilted his head in order to not only lean into the physical contact he'd been craving but also to allow you better access for you fingers to work away the blood and oil stuck to his hair. The shampoo foamed up comically giving him a makeshift helmet before you rinsed it away. You gently rubbed the body wash on him, whispering soft apologies each time he tensed underneath your touch, which were quickly shut down by him. However you took the opportunity to also massage his stiff muscles where you could to bring him any sort of relief. Time seemed to pass by as you worked your way down his body and soon turned him around to face you, working away similarly along his front. Bucky sort of looked like a horse sleeping, his arms laying limply on his side, he stood still like a soldier, blinking groggily and even 'resting his eyes' for long minutes at a time. It left you pondering how amusing it was to have the once most feared and deadly myth completely vulnerable underneath your touch as you took care of him.
A/N : this is my very first work after a two year haitus so i'm sorry if its kinda bad!! ugh my obsession with him has been driving me so crazy that i just had to start writing again
🕷summary : Miguel needs a quick break, you’re the only one that can get him to get a breath of fresh air.
Miguel had been cooped up in his office at the Spider HQ reviewing reports on potential threats to the multiverse, he had a admirable work ethic that was near impossible to break him out of, that was one of the traits many respected him for. Bags were starting to form under his eyes as the silence of the night filled the air until Lyla would chime in a statistic or overview, he paid no mind to his slight fatigue and continued typing and swiping away at the holographic screens. Lost in thought he didn’t hear your soft footsteps become louder and close in on him, a warm coffee filled mug you had made him was slightly burning your fingertips as you held onto it.
“Miguel?” you called out to him, making him smile to himself at the sound of your voice. He stopped what he was reading, turning around to look at you.
“What are you doing here?” he questioned with concern, no malice laced in his tone “It’s so late.” He took you in, the way your hair was ruffled just the right amount, the way the moonlit night casted blue shadows on your best features and how you always greeted him with a smile.
You handed him the mug, his eyes lighting up as his fingers touched yours momentarily “You’ve been in here all day, I haven’t seen you at all!” A bittersweet feeling dried up his mouth, he was glad you thought of him but he felt like he should push you away as to avoid heartbreak, he knew that most of the time in every dimension Spiderman’s love life was a cruel joke.
“I’ve been working.” he brought the mug to his lips taking a sip of the coffee, not once breaking eye contact “Thanks.” He grimaced slightly, he hated coffee though he’d never tell you that.
“Take a break Mi-” you tried to reason
“I’ve got too much work.” he tried to make any excuse as to not give in
“Please?’ you leaned closer to him, inviting and tempting him. He stared hard. His heart beat in a frenzy, he heard how the pulse quickened in his ears yet his poker face wasn’t even slightly cracking. His mind raced from all the different outcomes that you could tangle him in or, all the situations he had to untangle in his work, his inhibition slowly crumbling away every second he felt your warmth radiating into him.
“Please.” you softly pleaded placing your hand on his wrist, sending electrical like shocks to him that make a shiver run down his spine. He finally felt how his eyes ached, his head hurt and his suit felt unbearingly uncomfortable.
“Fine, fine you win,” he took another sip of the drink, resisting the urge to gag “where do you want to go?”
You let him go and pondered for a bit, nothing would be open at these late hours and he desperately needed an escape from the stuffy air indoors. “We could climb to the roof?” you suggested, he simply gave you a curt nod and you two started walking through the long passageways of the HQ in a comfortable silence. Almost no one was there at the time, only a handful of Spider-people stayed to catch up with old friends.By the time you two made it outside he had already finished the drink you gave him, placing it on a random table you two passed by.
“See how good the air feels?” you exclaimed, sticking to the side of the building by your feet and started to walk up it as if gravity did not apply to you. He watched you, your hair drooped down exposing more of your features, the carefree way you carried yourself and how much his heart burned with passion. Once you were a couple meters above him he jumped up too, right alongside you. He straightened his back as he matched your pace, his eyes staring blankly at the moon and stars that shon brightly whilst the air started to freshen his mind up. All that could be heard was the sound of cars drifting by as if they were in no rush, the apartments surrounding the tall building had some rooms illuminated in bright colours, adding a sense of personality to the charming view.
“Thanks.” he glanced over to you, trying his best to be sneaky.
“For what?” you looked over to him, he was staring at you like he was star struck. Miguel’s eyes wandered to your lips, eyes and blushed cheeks as every syllable escaped your mouth.
“I never realized how beautiful…” he hesitated, unsure of what would spill out of his mouth “Nueva York is at night.” A disappointed sigh escaped his lips as he finished his statement, he couldn’t care less on what Nueva York looked like. Breaking away from his gaze you looked around, the ground looked so far away that cars looked like small insects passing by in an orderly line. All the stars illuminated you two and the building you were scaling, only a couple meters from the very top a rush of excitement passed over you. You responded to him with a small noise of agreement as you finally made it to the top. Sitting down as you looked at the city he fought so hard to protect, he sat down with you too, shoulders touching each other without either of you saying a word. His muscles relaxed into your touch. Each breath he took the fatigue was slowly catching up to him.
“Por dios it’s been ages since i’ve felt like this.” he shifted his leg so it was pressed up against yours whilst he fiddled with his fingers
“You need,” looking over to him your faces were mere inches apart, he never once stopped looking at you. His lips were parted showing just the tip of his fangs, his breath smelt like black coffee and his red eyes were mixing beautifully with the blue hues of the night. His suit retracted just so his bare hands were on display, bringing them to your lips and gently felt your lips “a break.” you breathlessly finished your sentence just before he closed the distance, his chapped lips gracefully glided against yours whilst his hands held your jaw in place. He turned his body to lean into the kiss more, effectively shielding you from the cool air as he covered you with his body. your hands roamed from his waist all the way up to his hair, slightly tugging it which drove him crazy. A sudden feeling of hunger took control over him, he roughly deepened the kiss as his hands started to push you into him from the nape of your neck. His fangs slightly nicked your tongue which resulted in a faint metallic taste mixed with your saliva. The lack of air was making your lungs scream for oxygen. Placing your hands on his chest you firmly pushed him signaling him to stop which he understood almost immediately, both of you were left breathless afterwards, panting and smiling as you two just looked at each other.
“Guess i should take more breaks?”
a/n: Por dios - For god’s sake. I got the title from this song! Any criticism is welcome and i didnt proofread too in depth:) Also huge brainrot for this himbo
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